Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 8

Drifting in thoughts, Amelia was brought back to reality by Florence, who was munching on an apple. Florence tapped her shoulder with a mischievous smile, "Hey sis, my brother is in his room already. What're you waiting for?"

Speaking with experience, Nora added, "Go and have some fun, Amelia. I will make you my signature stew for a quick recovery!"

"Oh my god! You guys!" Amelia covered her face with her hands with steam coming out of her head. The Hoppers never beat around the bush.

Instead of keeping Amelia around for a chat, Howard changed his mind and ushered her into Patrick's room. "Amy, it's getting late. Get some rest and we will see you tomorrow."

Florence could not wait any longer, so she just grabbed Amelia's arm and hurried her to the second floor.

Standing in front of Patrick's room, Florence took a deep breath and knocked. "Hey brother, come out and get your wife!"

After a while.

Just as Florence was about to knock again, the door was suddenly opened. Out came Patrick with his grim expression. "She can stay. You can leave now."

In a flash, Patrick snatched Amelia from Florence's arms like a falcon with its prey. Then he turned around and slapped the door behind them. They could still hear Florence's roar as they walked away from the door.

Being a jokester in the family, Florence could have even to borrow some sex toys to spice up Patrick and Amelia's first night. Unfortunately, Patrick never found his sister's playfulness amusing.

Since Patrick was being a jerk, Florence had no choice but to take it up a notch!

Like an evil genius, Florence pulled out a remote controller from her pocket and pushed some buttons at the crack of the door. Then, she walked away with a wicked laugh.

Seeing Florence with a smirk on her face, Nora got curious and asked, "Florence, what did you do this time?"

"Nothing!" Florence waved her hands frantically, and the remote in her hand gave her away.

Owen and Nora saw the remote, then looked at each other and both let out a chuckle. Florence had pulled this prank before when they first got married. No one would know how Patrick would treat Amelia, hopefully not too rough.

After shooing Florence away, Patrick turned around and leaned his body against Amelia on the sturdy door. He asked with an impish grin, "Can't wait to come to my room and relive that night?"

"Your room?" Amelia was baffled. "Do you mean that I have my own room in this house?"

If it was true, it would be great. Both of them could have their own privacy.

A sparkle of anger flared up in Patrick's eyes. Amelia twisted his words on purpose. Before he could react, the LCD TV in the bedroom suddenly turned on. In a second, an ear- piercing screech exploded in the room.

As Patrick turned to the TV, a ghastly girl with unkempt hair seemed to be climbing out of the screen. Amelia's pupils widened and subconsciously grabbed Patrick's shirt, trembling, "Why... does the TV turn on... by itself?"

Patrick looked back at her, with a trace of amusement. This was obviously another of Florence' s pranks. She was trying to scare Amelia into falling into his arms.

From the day he first met her, there was nothing but serenity in her bright eyes. He had never seen her like this, shook like a leaf.

With the corner of his mouth turned up, Patrick stood in the front of the TV. As he expected, the remote control was nowhere to be found, so he just went behind the TV and pulled the power plug.

On one hand, Patrick was furious at Florence for pulling another prank on him. On the other hand, seeing Amelia being so vulnerable, his desire for her grew stronger than ever.

Now that they are married, he figured he should make the most out of it.

After Patrick turning off the TV, Amelia was still hung up on what just happened. Noticing Patrick approaching, she got tensed up again instantly.

With a devilish smirk, he asked, "Mrs. Hopper, care to join me on the bed?"

"No!"

"It's a privilege for any woman to share a bed with me. How could you turn down such an offer? Don’t tell me you didn't enjoy what we had from the other night."

"You shameless b*stard!" Amelia cursed as her face turned pinkish. She tried to take a step away from Patrick, yet she was held tightly in the arms of her husband.

As an attempt to end her struggle skilfully, Patrick joked, "Where are you off to at this hour? Your man and bed are both here!"

"Let go of me!" But Patrick already grabbed Amelia’s slender wrists and held them above her head. Amelia could not think of anything but to step on him.

Unfortunately, it did not do much damage with a pair of cotton- padded slippers. It was or less like a tickle. NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

"Why struggle? Aren't you fine with any man just like last time in the hotel?" Patrick leaned closer to her ear, so close she could feel the hot air blowing at her. He carried on with his ridicule, "Or, after that night, you want to play hard-to-get now?"

Feeling butterflies in her stomach, Amelia tried so hard to avoid eye contact and his slowly approaching lips. She murmured, "Stop it..."